[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F48CA7]Josephine Clark[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/c224f7b0f20cc6f4e3f50ca5c82b572e/tumblr_oazl0uJv271todga9o2_500.gif[/img][hr][b][color=F48CA7]Location:[/color][/b] Benha (The Markets)
[b][color=F48CA7]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]

Josephine didn’t know what kind of backwards country would treat women in this manner. Granted, America wasn’t the pinnacle of progress, but it had taken steps. She was treated a lot better there than here. She wouldn’t have been cut by some man with a knife because she was a woman who spoke her mind, just for whatever was in her purse. She fought the urge to place her hand on her fresh cut, knowing full well it was bleeding, and she didn’t want to get it over her outfit any more than it already had.

Reddish had taken care of her, led her away to get help. She didn’t want to stick around anymore. What should have been an enjoyable trip to the market turned sour and she didn’t want to press her luck. Thankfully, men from the ship were there and managed to find the captain. She stood up by herself, showing she didn’t need aid in that department at least. [color=F48CA7]“I can walk just fine. So long as we can get this cut taken care of, I will be even better. Can’t lose it, you know. It’s my money maker.”[/color] She giggled slightly, happy that she could at least see the humor in the situation.

She turned back to Reddish, as he had to stay behind. [color=F48CA7]“Thank you again. I’ll see you shortly.”[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F7E2E8]Faye Masterson[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://steamusercontent-a.akamaihd.net/ugc/920294682284009688/2C3E86F3AEFCAC130B3FCF8AC67BC1264F2A7298/?interpolation=lanczos-none&output-format=jpeg&output-quality=95&fit=inside%7C1024%3A641&composite-to=*,*%7C1024%3A641&background-color=black[/img][hr][b][color=F7E2E8]Location:[/color][/b]Benha (Train Depot/Tours)
[b][color=F7E2E8]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]

Men who became sick after digging in a tomb? Any other person that would hear that might think it was because of the dig itself. Ancient germs and bacteria flying around. Nearby corpses of the past that have been left to sit, mummified. It would be so easy to put it up to that. But not to Faye. She knew it ran deeper than that. They got sick because they desecrated a tomb and whoever, or whatever, decided to take matters in their own hands. That was the danger you faced on these excavations. It should be about respect. Honoring the past and those who lived it. Not something to put up in a museum for others to bid on and by or to line your own pockets with.

She thanked the ticket man and made her way over to the train, with Richard hopefully in tow. They had their pick of seats and she sat down in the middle train car, with a nice view of the country as they rode. They would be leaving soon, judging by the announcement.

[color=F7E2E8]“I’m interested in exploring the two men’s death too. One doesn’t simply die because they explored a tomb. And before you say anything, I realize the sheer amount of disease that could be inside an unopened ruin, but I am willing to bet this was not their first time inside a tomb. No, there’s more to this story.”[/color]